Cinderella bhopal ki - an asya ff part 5 page 10 - Page 3

this is so good!!1 read all the parts in one go! plz pm me when you update!

Brilliant part!!! Been waiting for this! i really like your storyline, continue this soon!

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waiting for next part
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nice take!! please update soon and pm when when you update!!

Amazing update...One of its kind...I am so in luv with this script which is entirely different from the original show yet lively with the characters tat u roped in...

Amazing story!!! Continue soon x

hello everyone! sorry for being late but tough and tiring day to day schedules do that to me 🤢! anyways here is the next updt. as always hope u like it and dont forget to comment😊

part 4 -"running away"

two weeks since zoya helped nadira and aslam...

as she walked through the bustling road, zoya was in better spirits than she was two weeks ago. it was her weekly phone call time to mumbai- to humeira. every week unknown to razia , zoya and humeira would chat for hours on the phone . there was nothing to hide from razia as per se but both zoya and humeira felt comfortable when razia was not glaring at every laugh they shared on the phone. zoya went to the shop near her house from where she called humeira and smiling at rahim chacha, the shop keeper, she dialled humeira s hostel number in mumbai.

"aapi! kaisi ho aap?" humeiras exuberant voice filled zoyas heart with joy.

"kamaal hai! maine ek awaaz tak nahi ki aur tujhe pata chalgaya teri aapi hai?"

humeira laughed. "aapi! pata kaise nahi chalega? you are much too punctual! i can set my watch basing on time of your call!"

zoya smiled and the sisters kept talking. zoya felt so light at heart listening to her sisters words. she definitely exaggerates a lot she thought as humeira told one after another tales of her college and friends.

after a while humeira asked" aapi! ab aap batao! nadira aur aslam ka kya hua?"

zoya said in a low voice" maine toh unhe yahaan se bhej diya. ummeed hai kismat unhe unki manzil tak sahi salaamat pahunchayegi aur dua yahi hai ki woh dono hamesha yahaan se door rahe"

humeira too said in a somber voice"meri bhi yahi dua hai aapi. par aapi...kab tak doosron ki madad karti rahengi? khud ko kab wahaan se bahar nikalogi aap? aapne kaha tha pascal ke diye karz ka hisaab to ho gaya! toh aap kyun abhi bhi wahaan kaam kar rahi ho?"

zoya swallowed in silence. humeira was a gentle soul. she could never bear the truth that razia had taken another loan from pascal just in time before zoya could free herself from his clutches. so she said in a falsely happy voice "bahut jald humzie! bahut jald!"

it worked coz humeira s voice sounded relieved."allah ka shukr hai agar aisa hai toh. accha aapi mujhe rakhna hoga" but before she disconnected, zoya once again heard humeiras voice and picked up the phone again and heard humeira say" arre haan aapi! main toh bataana bhool hi gayi 2 mahine baad aapke final exams honge aapko yahaan mumbai aakar exam dena hoga pichli baar ki tarah. maine aapke taraf se saare fees sab kuch bhar diya hai aap ko bas exam wale din tak pahunch jaana hai. uske ek hafte pehle main aajaongi. humare exams saath mein honge na. accha ab rakhti hoon allah hafiz"

zoya kept the phone back . she was excited for her final exams not everyone would be, sure,but zoya had to struggle through a lot to get the level of education she has now. not many people know that. . razia was very much averse to zoya getting any form of education . as humeira grew old enough to understand this and also her sisters longing for knowledge, humeira came up with a plan. she insisted she needed a tutor and said since they cant afford an outside one zoya would be her tutor since she was older and razia had no choice but to let zoya complete school. after that zoya taught she would never study again once humeira too completed school and entered college in mumbai. but humeira came up with another brilliant plan. correspondence courses! zoya with humeiras help entered into a computersciences course under humeiras university. all her material would be received at rahim chachus shop and zoya continued her studies away from the prying eyes of razia and every year at the time of exams humeira would arrive a week or so earlier and both would go to mumbai together to complete their exams. it has gone on like this for some years now and with this final exams zoya would get her graduation degree!

lightened after her talk with humeira , zoya had a spring in her step as she reached home- only to halt abruptly at the sight in front of her- pascals car! at her door! never in the past two years has pascal come here save for the one day he came to offer her the job at his club! so what the hell was he doing here?

slowly, zoya stepped in to the house. she looked around and saw razia sitting in one of the chairs looking triumphant in some way- "that expression on her face is never good" zoya thought. then she saw pascal sitting leisurely in another chair with one of his henchmen behind him.

her heart beating fast, zoya tried to keep a normal tone as she asked" tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho? tum yahaan kabhi nahi aate."

pascal smirked and zoya wondered if he could she through her fear.

pascal said in an oily tone." tumhare liye ek buri kahabar hai. tum nadira aur aslam ko jaanti ho na?"

zoyas heart stopped and started beating double fast. she was filled with a fear of the inevitable as she asked "kya hua?"

pascal said in an expressionless voice" woh donon bhaagte hue pakde gaye"

zoya closed her eyes and whispered"allah"

she opened her eyes slowly to see pascal watching her closely. fearing that he would find out she helped them, zoya said" allah ! un donon ko kya hogaya jo unhonon ne aisa kiya! par tum yahaan kis liye aaye ho pascal?"

pascal said "yahi bataane ke liye" but what he didnt say was understood by zoya perfectly. pascal more or less knows what she did and that means all bets are off from his side. she was at his mercy now. but zoya refused to go down so easily. she got up and said"tumne chai piya kya?" and without waiting for his answer she turned in to the small kitchen seeking refuge from the penetrating stares. once in the kitchen, she began moving pots and pans giving the illusion of preparing tea. slowly she took out her satchel that held her most precious items and began moving towards the back door , hoping none saw her. she was wrong.

zoya collided with pascals henchman who was perhaps waiting there at the backdoor to make sure she didnot do what she was exactly doing. abandoning all secrecy, zoya screamed and began fighting the huge man futilely. then she was yanked back from him by her hair and saw the cold unforgiving anger in pascals eyes as he held her by the hair

pascal said in a cold voice" i had known it would be you but i hoped it would not be so. if it were not you, i could kill the person who helped those idiots in running away from me. but you..."

he continued"you i cannot kill! tum toh meri sone ki murgi ho!" he smiled evilly. "tumhe main maar nahi sakta meri pyaari cinderella! par tumhe sazaa milegi mujhse dhoka karne ki! par kya sazaa doon tumhe?" he posed to be thinking and then said to her in his most chilling voice.

"badi pyaari hai na tumhari pehchaan tumhare liye? tumhari izzat? aaj tum bezat hogi zoya! aaj saari duniya ke saamne tum benakaab hogi aur beparda bhi! aaj tumhare saath wohi hoga jo wahaan ki har ladki ke saath hota hai. aur tum use rok nahi paaogi! jaanti ho kyun kyunki agar tumne aisa kiya toh abhi toh nadira aur aslam zinda hai par tumhare bhaagne ke baad nahi rahenge"

zoyas eyes were full of tears as she understood his implication. till today as per agreement, zoya had been protected and from today she would not be today pascal will let her face her biggest humiliation. she did not know if it would be by his hand or some one elses but she would be destroyed today , never to rise again, dream again. zoya looked at razia , her choti ammi only to see a coldness in her eyes she wished she had not seen at all. the woman she called mother was leaving her to her fate! zoyas heart wept for her situation as it did for nadira and aslam. as zoya was dragged and thrust in to the car, she wished for once someone would take her away from this nightmare- like the prince in her ammis fairytales- but she knew she doesnt have a prince. so she has to get herself out. only allah knew how she would do that.

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at asads house...

it was a tired and exhausted asad who reached home. giving his coat to the servant standing by, asad proceeded to his room. freshening up and changing clothes , he went to the dining hall. on the way, as usual, his steps stopped at the door of that room. his sons room. asad slowly opened the door a little and peeked in. he saw the small head of dark hair turned to the other side and his sons deep breathing. he watched him for a few moments , then closed the door just as quietly and went ahead into the dining room. his mother was already waiting for him along with his sister najma. ayaan was not here as he was studying in mumbai. asad sat at the head of the table and silently everyone ate their meals. once finished, asad got up and was about to go back to his room, thinking he needed to give his recent deal papers another look when his mothers voice stopped him.

" zahara resigned today"

"who?" he asked .

dilshad made an impatient noise and said"amans tutor. she is getting married soon"

asad said "toh!?"

dilshad said"we need to look for a new tutor!"

"so look ammi"asad replied ,"i have full confidence in your choice"

"oh for gods sake, asad it wont kill you if you looked in to one aspect of his life you know!"

asad refused to reply. dilshad got even more frustrated by his silence. she pleaded with him" asad! he craves your attention! he is your son! why cant you make some time for him?"

asad still stood silent as dilshad said" its not his fault and you know it"

asad eyes flashed"i never said it was his fault"

he hated his mothers soft understanding voice as she said" its not your fault either, asad!"

asad did not want to hear anymore. he turned and left to his room. dilshad sighed. in the past 5 years her house has become colder than a grave. there was no laughter, no happiness anywhere. everything was empty. she tried oh she tried so hard to hold both her son and grandson away from the storm that tanveer stirred with her departure but neither remained unscathed. now her son worked like a maniac, a machine to achieve all the possible riches in the world. believing they will somehow solve everything, while her grandson was growing up big and mature enough to understand the truth that his mother has left him and his father rarely looked at him. dilshad knew it was not because asad blamed the child but coz he blamed himself for giving him a life without a mother.allah , but she was tired of this!

that night as she slept dilshad wished if only there was someone who could bring joy to their lives. they themselves seem incapable of it. if only an angel would come to wash away this despair thats clinging to her home eating it away inside out. if only allah granted this one wish of hers.

asad paced in his room restlessly. his mothers words kept coming back. what does she mean he did not care for him? he cared for aman more than anything else! everything he achieved was for him!

in his heart asad knew what his ammi was asking him but his mind refused to acknowledge. ammi was delusional to think he did not get involved in his own sons affairs. deciding to ignore her words, asad at down and opened his laptop and began perusing those documents of his office. but his mind was not in it. frustrated he closed his eyes. and she appeared in his mind. all in white, in the rain, just like he saw her, her melodious voice haunting him. asad opened his eyes in frustration. it has been two weeks since that wretched day he saw her and yet it felt like yesterday. for some reason his mind refused to wipe her out. everytime he relaxed even for a little bit, there she was, voice and all intruding in to his mind and senses. she is a siren of the stories he thought. the one with that voice and face that pulled travellers towards her and their deaths on a tempestous sea. yet he couldnt deny the solace he felt on hearing that voice. so what to do? he thought. he looked up at the time. it was still early. she would still be there. may be seeing her again would dispel her from his thoughts. may be this time when he saw her or hear her he would find her ordinary and will be able to forget her. never before a woman had intruded so much on his thoughts and he refused to let this barely known girl achieve that. he was asad. asad ahmed khan . and he was far above the simpering and lecherous admirers she may have at that club. he just had to prove that to himself. thinking so, asad got up and got ready. a good deed should never be delayed.

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at the club...

zoya had never been more in despair than she was today. before she came in pascal showed exactly what he did to nadira and aslam for betraying him. their wounds felt her own . the meaning was clear. her humiliation or their lives.zoya did not have much a choice. yet she decided to sing hoping against hope that may be there was somewhere, anywhere however far it may be a prince for her too and today in the face of total ruin she would sing for him, the future that would have been hers with such a man

this time asad was earlier than last. again he couldnt arrive for her complete performance but he was in time. asad was still thinking if his coming here was a good idea or not when,he heard the whispers.

" 20,000" the man behind him was saying to the club owner in a discreet whisper.

the owner smiled "she is worth more than that you know"

"no i dont! none of us have ever seen her, have we?" replied the irked member.

there was a smile in the owners voice as he answered" that will be rectified tonight. tonight she will be revealed infront of all and the highest bidder gets her. and i must say you have not reached even the top ten"

cursing the man increased the amount.

asad sat stunned. it did not take a genius to figure out what was being talked about. the girl! she will be revealed today and bought for! asad thought he ought to be relieved to know that afterall there was nothing special about her. she was just another of them. but somehow he didnot feel relieved. he felt murderous. he was the only outsider who had seen her so far. how dare she reveal herself? she was just like everyone else here. a gold digger and apparently a clever one too for she had built enough allure around her for men to go mad in their bidding and she would possibly reap the profits. to think he thought her voice has the purity of an angels! hmmph! he should leave. leave now . this circus was making him feel nauseated. asad got up and was about to leave when he heard her . and again powerless he sat down.

leja leja re haiye leja ( take me away)

ni muiye ni muiye( oh young girl!)

leja leja re mehki raat mein churake saare rang leja

(take me away , my prince take all my colours away in this fragrant night)

raatein raatein main bheegoon mein saath mein tu aisi mulaaqat deja

( give me a moment of such magic which i will remember again and again on nights like this)

she was revealed like a dream. clad in a blue dress that unlike last time revealed more than he wanted any man to ever see, she was a vision.the only solace was her face was still partially veiled revaeling only her eyes. she looked exactly like the siren he believed her to be . innocent by voice and face as though unaware of her own allure to the world, she sang her song for her prince.

ni muiye maila mann maila kya karna aisa rang gora jo piya na rijhaaye ( oh young girl , your heart is soiled ! what is the use of all your beauty that doesnot entice the one you love)

ni muiye mann maila mann maila kya karna hai aisa

na bhaaye piya ko tann gora kya karna hai aisa

( alas my heart is soiled so am i !whats the use of any beauty i have if it doesnt bring home the one i love)

leja leja...

chahoon paas paas aana koi dhoond ke bahana tumhe apna maana

chahe roothe yeh zamaana chahe maare jag taana tumko hai paana

( oh how i wish to reach you, how i find the flimsiest excuses to be near you when youre here

may the world mock me and my heart ,may it turn away from me but i wish only to find you)

as she turned and twirled and danced with the grace of a peacock in its full glory, asad watched her mesmerised and agonised at the same time. he wondered if everyone else too heard the despair in her voice or are they much too entranced by her beauty? possibly the later! could they see the sheen of her tears behind the light veil she had on her face ?as she danced and came off the stage and moved between the tables singing and dancing, open to all their scrutiny, he burned with a rare anger. he didnt know who he was angry at- her, himself or the rest of the world. as he sat there he saw that she was about to slip and fall. with no conscious thought, asad stood up and just in time too as she fell in to his arms rather than the floor.

ni muiye saari raaton ki kahaani koi toh hogi

jo jaage taare raaton ko ya jaage jogi

( oh young girl may be theres a story of all such nights as yours

may be theres a story like yours some where else too

may be theres a story like yours to say why stars are bright

and the wandering lover wakes at night)

oooh ni muiye ...

asad saw she was stunned for the moment as he was. the feel of her in his arms brought a longing he didnt even know existed in him.he saw how she struggled to hide the sheen in her eyes ,of tears as she looked even more humiliated. she frustratingly freed herself and proceeded forward trying not to do further missteps. asad for his part had decided. he should leave. but his heart felt averse to do so. his mind told him its all a farce, her voice , her tears. his heart she needed him. why? why him? that was a question neither his heart answered nor his mind. once again he watched her as she reached the end of her performance.

ni muiye hoti hai kuch baatein hoti hai raaton mein

jo jaage hain jogi ya taare jaage hain raaton mein

(oh indeed ! there are always such stories some where

filling someone else's nights

which say why the stars are bright and awake

and why and for whom the wandering lover aches)

leja leja re mehki raat mein churake saare rang leja

raatein raatein main bheegoon...

leja leja ...re

just as her performance ended, once again just like last time, suddenly all the lights went out. there was an uproar for a while and there was a bigger one when the lights came again. cinderella was not there! the word that she would be revealed today had been doing rounds all through the night and with a promise of more and yet she was not there! as angry members flocked the club owner and demanded answers , asad had seen enough. he got up feeling strangely less . it felt as though someone (or rather her) had called out to him and he had turned a deaf ear. feeling nowhere comfortable, as though he had suddenly disappointed himself, he left.

outside the club...

zoya struggled the hand that held her in a firm grip and she wrenched herself once outside and was stunned to see the one who brought her out. nadira!

"nadira! tum bach kaise gayi ?" and then she looked at aslam "aslam! tum bhi?"

then she hugged them both overwhelmingly happy to see them up and about and thanked allah for it.

even as zoya embraced her, nadiras voice was frantic,"aapi zyada waqt nahi hai! yeh lo ! aapke ghar se aapka saara saamaan jo aap kitchen mein rakhti ho! rahim chacha ne bheja hai! inhe lo aur bhaago aapi! abhi isi waqt!"

zoya said "lekin tum dono..."

aslam reassured her "hum tumhare saath nahi chal sakte par hum bhi bhaag rahe hai aur iss baar koi hume nahi pakadsakta! lekin tumhe bhi jaana chahiye. pascal ab tumhe nahi chodega. humari fikar mat karo! jao!"

even though she was scared, zoya agreed with the logic and practicality of it. she had to run. there was no other choice. where was not the question anymore. nodding and hugging them both again, zoya clutched the satchel to her heart and ran .

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so how was it?

worth the delay ?

iam a music maniac especially indian and even more bollywood😳 so forgive the dramatic and filmy mood if you think its OTT😳 the song i used had a slightly different translation than the one i used on the net, as I tweaked a word here and there , more to suit my scene😳. hope thats okay for i know its quite a popular song. iam attaching the link too incase you love to see the song . for some reason iam unable to upload videos directly. not a computer whizz like zoe is😳 so bear with me frnds.😊

link for the song-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQR70KKYMmQ